Most of the women had beared many k**s and had big tits and stretched nipples. They had over the years been bred over twelve times and many had been b...ead fifteen times. Now they were fuck bitches. The master had even on occasion brought them to the fields during the day and let the workers fuck them. Women served the men and were bred and fucked. Old ones were just fucked and usually gang fucked. Sarah was the masters first wife. She no longer had babies and over the years she had been knocked. Was I really there? Was it actually going to happen? Was I actually going to taste the very cock that I had licked a hundred times in magazine layouts?I began to bring my mouth to it. I wanted to talk to it and tell it how much I wanted to please it and for it to like me and that I was in love with it, but those words might not sit well with Mason or Albert, so I didn’t speak.And then . . . I felt it. The heat. This man’s sexy erection was radiating heat to my lips. I could smell its scent of. Chains, straps and pulleys hung everywhere, especially from the naked walls. The shed wasn't decorated for comfort, just the oposite, it was a very functional building, built for bondage and detention. Half of the floor was concrete, the other half where Macs latest plaything was standing spread eagle, naked, stretched and well secured between two 4x4 upright posts, was dirt. Mac, at almost 40 was a good looking guy. 6'4, 200 pounds, well muscled and tanned, short dark hair and shaved. “OK, here goes,” I said, pushing the “Play” button.The screen was black, and then a woman's voice came through the speakers. She said, “Amy, Mattie, this is the video version of my Last Will and Testament.”“That's Mom,” Amy said.The voice continued, “At the end of this video is the phone number of my lawyer. He will have been notified of my death and will mail you letters with passwords. When you call him with those passwords, he will begin the process of settling my estate. I've always.